To some, a slice of pizza may just seem like a slice of pizza. An American favorite for lunch, dinner, or parties.
But for Rich and Julie Morgan, THIS slice of pizza holds SO much more meaning than words can describe…
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You see, not only is this a slice of Steve’s Pizza, a pie that’s so good the Morgans “can’t possibly describe how delicious it is,” but it was also delivered with such love and care that a driver named Dalton drove almost 500 miles round-trip to get it delivered to a dying man.
Julie details the heartwarming chain of events in a viral Facebook post that is sure to make people from across the country want to drive all the way to Battle Creek, Michigan just to grab a slice for themselves:
“Sometimes a slice of pizza is more than it appears to be! Read on for the story of an epic pizza delivery and the unbelievable kindness of a stranger.
25 years ago we lived in Battle Creek, MI. We were young and money was tight but every pay day, Rich would pick up Steve’s Pizza for dinner. I can’t possibly describe how delicious this pizza is — but several moves and all these years later, it is still the gold standard and we’ve never found a better pizza yet. Rich has frequently critiqued other pizza as ‘good but, it’s no Steve’s.’
Rich and I recently planned a weekend getaway to Michigan to celebrate my birthday. We talked about seeing the leaves and the lakeshore, but that was secondary to our planned visit to Steve’s. Instead, I took Rich to the ER where he landed in ICU for five days, and where we learned the news that his valiant cancer battle was coming to an end.
Rich is home under hospice care and we are enjoying every minute reminiscing and visiting with family and friends. Unbeknownst to us, my dad contacted Steve’s Pizza and spoke to Dalton, a manager there. He told Dalton a little bit about our situation and asked if the shop might send a friendly text or card to us.
Without hesitation Dalton asked what kind of pizza we wanted, and told my father he would bring it to us (by the way, Steve’s doesn’t deliver). My dad clarified that we were in Indianapolis, at least three and a half hours away from Battle Creek. Dalton said he understood that, and would leave after he closed the store. And so, while Rich and I slept, at 2:30 AM, Dalton rolled into our driveway, left the car running and delivered two extra special pizzas to my waiting family. He told them we were in his prayers, and offered to help in any way he could. My dad offered to put him up in a hotel, but he refused and immediately left for the return trip home because he had to work the next day.
